Blood tastes like metal

Or metal tastes like blood

The toxic, fatal nettle

Swept away in crimson flood

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Burning's love's desire

Or love burns in the fire

Or play death on the lyre

And sleep on burning ash

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Death a lonely herald

On whom which God imperiled

Survives on souls he barreled

Cut them each a bleeding gash

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Blood tastes like metal

Or metal tastes like blood

The flower's lively petal

Now lays trampled in the mud